Good posting beware. My own blog is hella deppresing. So this is nice and light. Even though the colour scheme is burning my already hyper sensitive eyes. Yes, i see through walls, but you know in everyday life its gets tiresome.

What was I saying? Oh right, nothing in particular.

You guys, look at us, talking about food and such. I just wanted to post something that's near and dear to my heart...

SHISH TAOUK. Imagine your downtown. It's late, and all the stores have closed, you've just been out with some friends, your tired your makeup has been retouched for the last time. Your stomach is grumbling, angry at all previously consumed substances (i'm leaving it at that)

And then like a beacon of hope, the lebanese joint glows on st cats, on sherbrooke, on summerled, ANYWHERE, she is a symbol of truth and satisfaction. Who wants pizza when you've got all that deliciousness right there?

Pizza is an ennemie of mine (evil cheese), shish taouk is my true love... it has been there for me in times of sadness and joy. When I'm rich and when I'm po. More so then any man or what not that i have encoutered.

When the going get's tough, I get a shish taouk.

*Enter insparational gospel music here* "When I couldn't find the liiiiighhht!!! *runs and stuff by soloist* OH THE LIGHT! When I thought I had a void insiiiide *Inside my soul* I knew I'd make it riiiiiight MAKE IT RIGHT OOOH YEA JEEESUS!! I knew that I could be whooooollle" "subltle piano "whith the first few bights i regained all my might and I healeeeeedddd my wouuunnnds HhaaaaahahahhahaoooohooohhoooooyayyyyeaaaaaaaAAAHHHHHH!H!!!"

god bless shish taouk